"I did not intend to let myself be intimidated by a stone, but it is not that easy, for it simply lies there too defiantly. Just a big stone, you say to yourself, not even a pyramid with secrets of sacred or mathematical sorcery.
A last molar in the open mouth of the desert, growing from the invisible buried stone jaw below. But it does not work like that, rationality loses from temptation, the blood color, the barren weirdness, the preposterous form.
All the sculpture that I have seen that morning, the walls along which I have walked for so long, they have been wiped out again, shrunk to that stone that has lifted itself out of the plain of the world, a creation without mouths and ears, as quiet as a rock."
Cees Nooteboom, Dutch author, poet and journalist.
